Earl smiled broadly, and told Travis how he had disciplined her and Tom added that both Lila and Cassie had been fully satisfactory, they had responded as full slaves in every way. Travis was well pleased and suggested that the slaves be given the rest of the morning and the afternoon to rest and tidy themselves up. He told Tom to release their wrists and then join him and Rod in his study, Rod had an idea for that evening that he thought they might find amusing.
As Tom unclipped Lila's cuffs and then Cassie's, then disappeared into the house with Earl, Lila turned to her blonde companion, "I don't like the sound of that. Did you see the way Rod was grinning? Whatever idea he's got in mind for tonight, I'll bet it'll be just plain damn awful for us."
Cassie had a very good idea what Rod had in mind and avoided Lila's eyes, until the redhead asked, "What? Come on, honey. What's going on? Do you know something I don't?" Cassie nodded miserably, saying that she was afraid that she did. Rod had sodomised her the previous night while Tom and Earl were with Lila. She didn't know it was him until he'd had her and then he had told her that she was a pleasing slave and that as a reward, he would let her have Lila. Lila stared at Cassie, then giggled. Was that all? If it was, she didn't mind that a bit, she loved Cassie.
No, she didn't understand, Cassie told Lila urgently. It wasn't as simple as that. He wanted her to tie Lila up and gag her and whip her, before she took her. And she thought that he and the others were going to watch them. Lila's eyes opened wide and she shook her head firmly, there was no way, she wouldn't do it. Not in front of them.
Cassie bit her lower lip, then as she put her arms around the smaller girl she forced herself to point out the flaw in her lover's automatic and quite instinctive protest, telling her that they wouldn't be given any choice. For a moment the redhead resisted, then she threw her arms around Cassie and the two slaves hugged, comforting each other against the harsh truth of Cassie's words. At last, Lila drew away and gave a tremulous smile, Cassie was right, of course. They would have to obey them whether they wanted to or not. And if she had to be whipped and taken, she was glad it was going to be Cassie. She wouldn't mind that.
Cassie hugged her tighter, she'd try not to be too hard on her she whispered gently and Lila trembled, knowing as well as Cassie did, that the blonde would have to whip her just as hard as the Masters ordered. Or Cassie herself would be whipped for disobedience.
Both slaves understood, too, that their enforced obedience would inflame their Masters' lusts and that it was certain that they would be used as full slaves before the evening was over.
Cassie looked down at the redhead in her arms and felt a mixture of sympathy and arousal warm her belly. Before too long, Lila's small, excitingly curvaceous body would be bound helplessly before her, just as she had been at Lila's mercy. She visualised the frantic responses she would force, be ordered to force, from her spread nudity and smiled in anticipation, surprised and a little guilty at her own eagerness to see how Lila would react. She had never used a whip in her whole life and the thought of Lila squealing and writhing to the stinging heat of a discipline whipping administered by her was an incredibly thrilling and erotic one. Cassie could hardly wait.
Freshly bathed and with their long hair shining from thorough brushing, Cassie and Lila waited for the summons of their Masters, both knowing that they were to be made to exhibit the full extent of their obedience and submission for the pleasure and amusement of the four dominant men. Cassie did her best to hide the growing excitement she felt, but the gleam in her eyes betrayed her and Lila glared at her, "You're really looking forward to this, aren't you?" she accused the blonde, "I can see that you're getting turned-on, so don't try to deny it. You really want to tie me up and whip me, don't you?"
Cassie blushed, "I'm sorry, honey, but I can't help it. I keep remembering all the things you did to me when I was tied up and how fantastic it was for both of us."
"But that was different," Lila began, then stopped.
"Why?" Cassie asked quickly, "Why was it different? Because you were my Mistress and I had to obey you and submit to you? Is that it?"
Lila nodded, her face reddening and Cassie gave a soft laugh, "I thought so. But you're not my Mistress now, are you? You're as much of a slave as I am and we both know that you will submit to me just as deeply as we both submit to the Masters, won't you?"
Lila gazed into Cassie's blue eyes and gave a little shiver as she recognised the determination looking back at her.
"Uh... look, darling," she said nervously, "I know you'll have to make me submit to you and I will, I promise, but you won't be too hard on me will you?"
The blonde hesitated, then gave a slow smile. It was a deal, she wouldn't be any harder on Lila than she had been on her. How was that, she asked? Lila gulped, remembering how she had made the helplessly bound blonde climax over and over, ignoring her screams and desperate pleas, arousing her and whipping her until she had submitted utterly and even begged to be branded. Now, though, the tables were turned and it was to be Lila who would be doing the begging. She stared wide-eyed at the smiling blonde and felt slave heat ignite in her belly as she realised that Cassie meant to pay her back in full. Then the door of the room swung open and Rod walked in.
As the two slaves went to their knees before him, he chuckled and dropped a heavy bag to the floor in front of Cassie, telling her that she might need some of the things in there. "Right you two, listen carefully. You're going to put on a little show this evening. A Mistress and slave show. Guess who's going to be the slave, Lila?"
The redhead looked up at him and gave a low moan and he grinned delightedly, "Got it in one, baby. So for tonight, Cassie gets to be a Mistress and you obey her, right?"
Lila nodded miserably and he grinned again, "Good. You've got thirty minutes to get ready. The show starts at eight in the drawing room. We'll be waiting," he turned away, then turned back to Cassie, "Make it interesting," he warned. "Otherwise, you'll be taking her place as the star of the show," and he strode out.
Cassie rose to her feet, but as Lila made to follow suit, the blonde asked quietly, "What do you think you're doing, slave? You weren't given permission to move." Lila's jaw dropped, then she gasped, "Now, wait a minute..."
"You were not given permission to speak, either, slave. You heard what the Master said. Tonight, I'm your Mistress, so unless you want to be whipped, I suggest you remember that."
Cassie spoke calmly, but with an edge to her voice that Lila had never heard before and as she realised that the blonde intended to take full advantage of her temporary authority, Lila sank back to her knees and pressed her lips together in obedient submission. "That's better, slave," Cassie smiled. "Now, let's see what's in the bag for you, shall we?"
She pulled back the zip and tipped the contents out onto the floor and as Lila saw the tangled pile of black leather and shining steel chains, her belly coiled and swirled with delicious warmth. "That, and that, and those," Cassie decided, selecting the items she wanted. "We don't have time for anything too fancy," and Lila shivered in fright and excitement, her eyes fixed on a thin, flexible riding crop that her Mistress had chosen to add. Its presence confirmed what she already knew and as Lila imagined her four Masters watching as she was forced to submit to Cassie, her sex grew hot and wet.
Travis, Rod, Tom and Earl sprawled in comfortable armchairs, drinks in their hands as they waited for their slaves to provide the entertainment Rod had organised, a tingle of anticipation in the air as each wondered how the evening would begin. They all knew already how it would end.
The clock struck eight and as the last chime faded away, the double doors opened and Cassie walked in, her breasts bare, but with a small towel covering her sex held in place by a leather strap buckled around her waist. In her right hand was a crop and in her left, the end of a long steel chain leading back through the doors.
"Good evening, Masters," she greeted them, "I am Mistress Cassie and tonight, for your pleasure, I have brought along my newest litt
le slave-slut, Lila."
She gave the chain a sharp tug and in response, Lila entered the room. She was naked and on all fours, her wrists and ankles hobbled by short chains, another tight about her waist, with a third passing between her thighs to emerge from the cleft of her buttocks. Her soft lips were stretched into a perfect circle by a steel ring wedged behind her teeth. Scarlet with embarrassment, she crawled across the floor to her Mistress's feet and straightened her spine to display her body, placing her wrists behind her neck and opening her legs to reveal the crupper chain bisecting her glistening labia as the four Masters chuckled in appreciation of Cassie's bondage skills and the humiliation she had imposed on Lila.
"Mistress Cassie, eh?" Travis mused, "I hope you're not getting any silly ideas, my dear."
"No, Master," she replied instantly, dropping to her knees before him, "I know I am your slave, my Master and that this is only a game. Command me and I will serve you as a full slave, Master."
He stared into her eyes, "Oh, I know you will, slave. Up you get. Carry on... Mistress. There will be plenty of time for you to demonstrate how well you can serve later on."
Cassie swallowed nervously, then got to her feet and flicked her crop across Lila's naked buttocks and ordered, "Kiss my feet, slave."
Lila hesitated, then bent low to press her gagged lips to Cassie's bare feet, her tongue poking through the ring in her mouth as she licked the blonde's toes obediently.
"Satisfactory, slave. Now do the same to your Masters."
This time, Lila's hesitation earned her a much harder stroke of the crop and as she gasped and flinched, a glowing red stripe blossomed on her rounded bottom as she crawled to Travis and Rod and Tom in turn and licked their booted feet. Despite herself, the deliciously submissive action sent ripples of arousal through Lila's belly and as she pressed her lips to Earl's boots, her passion built to fever pitch in the knowledge that she would willingly do this and far, far more for him if he was her one, true Master.
He knotted his strong hand in her long red hair and twisted her face up to gaze at him, "I'm really looking forward to seeing Cassie whip you and make you submit to her," he said harshly, "then I'm going to fuck you, you randy bitch. How do you like that idea?"
To his astonishment and that of the other watchers, Lila nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with unmistakable need and as he let go of her hair, she rubbed her swollen breasts against his legs, her tongue licking his muscular thighs in a shameless display of her desire to be used by him. Rod glared at his former wife's sexual abandon, then he grinned coldly, "Looks like the slut has chosen you, Earl," he chuckled. "Well, you can have her as far as I'm concerned. Do me a favour, though, keep the bitch chained up and whip her regularly, will you?"
Earl looked down at the redhead kissing his legs, then gave a cruel laugh and pushed her away, "Hell, no," he sneered. "What do I want my own slave for, when I can share them both with you guys? She's branded with the Circle T and that means she's ranch property and we can all use her. Let her stay as she is."
Lila's brown eyes filled with horror and she shook her head in disbelief as he refused her, her hopes and dreams crumbling to dust under the shocking impact of his harsh words.
"Very well," Travis had watched the by-play with considerable interest. "Then it's settled. She stays as a ranch slave. Continue, Cassie."
Appalled by Earl's arrogance and hugely sympathetic to Lila's misery, Cassie had no choice but to obey. And neither did Lila.
"Come here darl... slave," Cassie corrected herself quickly and clipped Lila's wrists to the rear of her collar, then removed the crupper chain, "kneeling display position."
Her eyes filled with tears, the redhead looked up at her temporary Mistress and as Cassie gave an almost imperceptible shrug and whispered, "We have to, honey," Lila forced her spine erect and braced herself for the torment to come.
Ensuring that her Masters had an unobstructed view of Lila's nudity, Cassie knelt behind her and slid her fingers to the redhead's presented breasts, caressing the full globes and rising slowly to her tawny nipples to roll and fondle the twin buds to hard, straining erection while her lips nuzzled at the soft hollows of Lila's arched neck. Lila closed her eyes as the gentle, sweet arousal rolled through her breasts and belly, then spread her legs to the maximum possible extent as Cassie's right hand slipped down across her belly and began to stroke the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, inching cruelly slowly towards the moist and gaping cleft of Lila's sex, while her left hand continued to toy with her aching nipples.
Devastating arousal shot up into the redhead's belly as her Mistress's fingers traced the engorged and exquisitely sensitive tissues of her labia and she fought to keep still. But as the cool, knowing fingers discovered her clitoris and captured the protruding, fleshy button, Lila could not hold her pose, opening her eyes wide and bending forward helplessly as the delicate touch overcame her obedience.
"Punishment position, slave." The order came sharply and as she heard the ring of authority in Cassie's, her Mistress's voice, Lila shuddered in delicious fear and pressed her forehead to the carpet. In all the weeks she had known Cassie, the blonde had never spoken to her in such commanding tones and Lila recognised the change immediately. Cassie's order was that of a Mistress to a slave and Lila knew she was about to be disciplined.
With a crack like a pistol shot, the crop blazed across Lila's upraised bottom, then rose and fell twice more and as searing stripes of stinging heat erupted through her buttocks, the redhead squealed in pained despair, not daring to even wriggle as she was punished by a Mistress who was far more ruthless than she had envisaged.
"Resume the display position, slave."
Lila obeyed instantly, trembling with genuine fright at the all too obvious pleasure and relish which accompanied the order. Cassie was enjoying her new-found power and Lila could only wonder just how far her friend and lover was prepared to go, and just how deeply Lila herself was to be subjugated to her will?
"This slave will now give her first submission."
On her knees before her Masters, her chained and naked body spread hugely wide and with her freshly whipped bottom tingling and burning, Lila dared not resist as her Mistress's fingers probed and caressed and explored the slippery channel of her yawning sex, building her slave heat into an inferno of maddened lust and then tipping her over the edge into a squealing, gasping orgasm. Her belly convulsed with massive power, kicking and pulsing frantically as her juices trickled over her Mistress's buried fingers and as her wild eyes met the amused grins of her watching Masters, Lila climaxed with all the helpless passion of a truly submissive and obedient slave, her body shaking to the racking spasms of her surrender, but never once breaking the utterly exposed position she had been ordered to hold.
As her Mistress took her fingers from Lila's pussy and silvery traces of her arousal flowed from her sex, Rod applauded ironically, his eyes glittering with cruel pleasure at the evidence of his former wife's complete subjugation.
"Nicely done, Mistress Cassie," he said mockingly. "You made the bitch submit well. I'd have whipped her harder and longer, of course, but still, not bad at all."
Cassie thanked him, replying that she was pleased that he had enjoyed it. Rod chuckled, if I hadn't he said, he would have whipped her. Gulping, Cassie said that she knew that. But Rod hadn't finished, he still might of course he said, the evening was young and he wanted to know what else she had in mind to amuse them. She didn't have anything she stammered nervously, she hadn't had time. He snapped back that she should get thinking, she had thirty seconds, then he'd think of something to do with her instead.
Cassie's eyes widened in horror and she stared around the large room, searching desperately for inspiration. And then she saw it. Hanging from a thick chain through a pulley bolted to roof beams, the old iron rimmed wooden wagon wheel did duty as a chandelier, half a dozen light bulbs set into its rim, but as Cassie looked up at it, her brain pictured a very different use to which it could be pu
t.
"There, Master," she said urgently, pointing. "We could use that."
"Hmm. Interesting. And what exactly did you have in mind?"
In the seconds since seeing the wheel, Cassie's brain had raced at lightning speed and her initial vague idea had crystallised into a full, detailed picture. A picture that Lila would hate, the Masters would find extremely arousing and which would, Cassie sincerely hoped, get her out of trouble.
"We could suspend her, Master," she explained, then her cheeks flushed redly, "upside down, Master. With her legs wide apart."
From behind them, Lila gave a terrible moan of anguish as she heard Cassie's idea, but as Rod snapped venomously, "Silence, slut, unless you want me to whip you," the terrified redhead shuddered and stifled her despair. "That sounds most interesting, slave," Travis joined the conversation. "It should be quite easy, too. The wheel lowers on that chain for cleaning and maintenance, so the height can be adjusted. I like it. You are a very ingenious young woman, my dear."
Cassie blushed again, "Thank you, Master," then added nervously, "I will need help, Master. I'm not strong enough to do it on my own."
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